Gavin has a vet appointment today so yesterday was bath day.  There’s no way I was taking Mr. Stinky in without a bath first.  Patty’s appointment is the second so she’s clean too.  I don’t bathe them as often as I should because they don’t make it easy.

     DH was taking a nap when I hauled Patty up the stairs first.  She wasn’t happy about going up there because she’d seen me take the dog towels up earlier.  She knew what I had on my mind.  A little coaxing and a cookie tossed in the tub soothed her for a bit.  Then I turned on the water.  Patty froze.  Actually, I’m glad she did, bathing the brindle statue was easy.  A soap and rinse later she was out of the tub and covered in towels loving the rubbing.  She bounded down the stairs never once thinking of anything but another cookie and some drying time in her crate.

     I took a short break.

     Oh, boy it was Gavin’s turn.  Getting him upstairs and into the tub, no problem, he jumped in right after the cookie I tossed onto the mat.  Water on.  

     “Oh, no you don’t, Mom.”  He backed into the far corner.

     The tub is six feet long, the doors, the way I had them set, block four feet, and I was straining to reach him.  I got him wet, soaped, rinsed.  He kept shaking and got me wet, soaped, wet, and a ring on his bath collar hit me in the knuckle breaking a vein.  Out of the tub, covered in towels, he managed to shake once more, soaking the entire bathroom and me again.

     I took a long break before I went back up and cleaned the bathroom.

     Nope, there’s never a dull moment around here.